Perfectly Mismatched
The Ruby in the Rough
Flames. Red, angry, biting flames. They were everywhere: on the ceiling, the floor, all around her crib. A pretty dwarf woman with big, green eyes covered her with a wet blanket. Cold and squishy, but at least it kept out the flames and choking smoke.
They were outside. Someone held her. Running, running for their life. Dogs snarled. Someone screamed. They fell down, down together.
A man was there. Prettier than the woman. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight, blue as the sky. He picked her up, his smile reaching his pointy ears, looking at her medallion. "Hello there... Ruby."
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Natalie Gray
Welcome, Travelers! Allow me to introduce you to a compelling world of Magick and Mystery. My stories are not for the faint of heart, but should you deign to read them I hope you will find them entertaining and intriguing to say the least.
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